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"You won't forget?" she called tentatively. "I'll 'phone you if we find out anything." Calendar jerked the words unceremoniously over his shoulder as, linking arms with Kirkwood, he drew him swiftly along. They heard her shut the door; instantly Calendar stopped. "Look here, did Dorothy have a a small parcel with her?" "She had a gladstone bag." "Oh, the devil, the devil!"
"A what?" "A howl, readin' that fine print there in the dark. W'y don't you go over to the light?... I'll 'ave to 'ave them shutters tyken off the winders." This was Stryker's amiable figure of speech, frequently employed to indicate the coverings of the skylight. "I'm all right." Kirkwood went on studying the book.
"You don't know him?" "I can't even guess. The light ?" She paused inquiringly. Kirkwood fumbled with the lamp, but, whether its rude handling had impaired some vital part of the mechanism, or whether the batteries through much use were worn out, he was able to elicit only one feeble glow, which was instantly smothered by the darkness. "It's no use," he confessed. "The thing's gone wrong."
A few friendly words were spoken, and the old man referred to an excursion they had agreed to make together on the morrow, the general holiday. 'I'm very sorry, replied Kirkwood, 'but it'll be impossible for me to go. Jane was standing near him; her countenance fell, expressing uttermost disappointment. 'Something has happened, pursued Sidney, 'that won't let me go away, even for a few hours.
It is something which others believe, and perhaps he himself thinks, he might overcome. But in the case of Maurice Kirkwood there was no room for doubt as to the reality and gravity of the long enduring effects of his first convulsive terror. He had accepted the fact as he would have accepted the calamity of losing his sight or his hearing.
She knew now what wealth meant; it was a great and glorious power, a source of blessings incalculable. This power it would be hers to bestow, and no man more worthy than he who should receive it at her hands. It was not without result that Jane had been so long a listener to the conversations between Michael and Kirkwood.
Whatever answer he would have made he was obliged to postpone because of the return of the guard, with a handful of time-tables; and when, rewarded with a modest gratuity, the man had gone his way, and Kirkwood turned again to the girl, she had withdrawn her attention for the time.
"No: he off riding. He take long, long rides, sometime gone all day. Sometime he go on lake, paddle, paddle in the morning, very, very early, in night when the moon shine; sometime stay in house, and read, and study, and write, he great scholar, Misser Kirkwood." "A good many books, has n't he?" "He got whole shelfs full of books.
Kirkwood nodded, with some effort recalling the name, so detached had been his thoughts since the disappearance of the page. "Yes, Mr. Calendar ?" "Are you ah busy, Mr. Kirkwood?" "Are you, Mr. Calendar?" Kirkwood's smile robbed the retort of any flavor of incivility. Encouraged, the man entered, premising that he would detain his host but a moment, and readily surrendering hat and umbrella.
Bessie cried, 'Come in, and Jane showed herself; she glanced in a startled way at Sidney, murmured a 'good-evening' to him, and made a request of Bessie for some trifle she needed. Sidney, after just looking round, kept his seat and paid no further attention to Jane, who speedily retired. Silence followed, and in the midst of it Kirkwood pushed his chair impatiently.
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